So...close...!

I worked all day yesterday and added 5,000 words to the new adult manuscript, which pushed the novel past the 100,000 word mark--and busted my wordcount progress bar wide open. That means the novel's done, right? What else could a busted wordcount meter mean?

Sigh. All that broken bit of html means is that the book will be a little longer than I'd intended. But I'm almost there. In fact, I got up extra early to finish the book, which I need to do before noon, because this afternoon is dedicated to finding something shiny/flattering/awesome to wear to #1's office holiday party tonight. (Yes, that IS a half-day exercise in futility.) Because evidently the official writer's uniform (PJs, jeans & tee, or well-worn sweats) won't cut it when there will be other real, live people present.

To reward myself for an awesome, productive day of writing, I watched the season finale of The Walking Dead with #1 last night (it was a little anti-climactic--the CDC guy wasn't as evil as I wanted him to be) and this morning, I feel like I could be a cast member. Of the undead variety. Pretty sure my skin is sagging and greenish this morning from exhaustion.

But...work goes on. You'll know I've finished the book when you hear that scream of relief joy echoing across the planet later today.

Wish me luck!